Author Archives: Emdashes

“Love, Curiosity, Freckles, and Doubt”: A Summer of Dorothy Parker

Martin Schneider writes:
That line comes from “Inventory,” a fantastic poem quoted in the latest newsletter from the Dorothy Parker Society, headed up by our friend Kevin Fitzpatrick. It’s going to be a busy, fun summer for Dottie enthusiasts! Here’s a quick preview.
The New Jersey Repertory Company in Long Branch, New Jersey, presents The Little Hours by David Bucknam, based on several short stories by Dorothy Parker. It runs from July 10 to August 17.
The prestigious 2008 New York City Midtown International Theatre Festival has accepted a new show called Those Whistling Lads! the Poetry and Short Stories of Dorothy Parker, written by Maureen Van Trease, a member of the Dorothy Parker Society. It runs from July 20 to August 1 at the Workshop Theatre Mainstage, 312 West 36th Street, 4th floor.
The Society also has a special Dorothy Parker birthday party planned for August 20, with live music, singing, and a lot of fun. The event will be held at Broadway Baby Bistro, 318 West 53rd Street, at 10 p.m.
If you like Dorothy Parker, you sure oughta sign up to the Society’s newsletter.

The Wavy Rule, a Daily Comic by Paul Morris: You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’

In the latest edition of Paul Morris’s daily comic for Emdashes, “The Wavy Rule,” the states of relationships undergo a radical shift, and so do the relationships of states. Click to enlarge!
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More Paul: the “Wavy Rule” archive; “Arnjuice,” a webcomic; his Flickr page; cartoon collections for download at Lulu. If you have a suggestion for a cartoon, New Yorker-related or otherwise, email us and we’ll pass it along.

Not Reagan’s Brain–Cartoonists’ Brains!

A brand-new New Yorker blog has debuted: It’s called The Cartoon Lounge, and, further, “A guided tour inside the brains of New Yorker cartoonists.” There’s already a post from Drew Dernavich and a reply from Zach/Zachary Kanin. Drew writes:

What will we be posting here? Words, pictures, drawings, videos, interviews, and links to other Web sites. We’ll have guest cartoonists, and we’ll even have guest editors from time to time who will share their humorous ramblings, such as former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher.

We’d also like to make this interactive, so we’ve got an e-mail address for your feedback which is absolutely free, if you can believe it. We’ll also have contests and quizzes and other ways to elicit the best of what our viewers have to offer. It should be fun. Stay tuned.

Aside from the fact that it’s high time for The New Yorker to start closing up and lowercasing “website,” I’m very excited about this virtual lounge, and am looking forward to lounging in it.

The Wavy Rule, a Daily Comic by Paul Morris: “Culinary Weirdness”

Last week, we introduced Paul Morris’s new daily comic for Emdashes, “The Wavy Rule,” named for Rea Irvin’s signature wiggly line for The New Yorker.
Today’s edition–like another of Paul’s recent cartoons, which dealt with the ire of Gordon Ramsay–concerns fine dining; here, it’s the especially captive kind. You’ll notice some delectable details that were first served in Ligaya Mishan’s recent Tables for Two review of Bar Q. Click to enlarge!

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Say Cheese: The Writerly and the Photogenic

Martin Schneider writes:
Here’s a curious Flickr group dedicated to author photos of New Yorker people. If you’ve always wondered what John McPhee or Dana Goodyear look like (I didn’t know), this is worth a look.
Note: Loyal reader ZP of I Hate the New Yorker (who recently wrote about all the mentions of Roy Cohn, in prose and cartoons, through the years of The New Yorker) told us about this ages ago, but we lost track of it somehow.

The New Yorker Earns a White Whine

In a typically petulant, amusingly frivolous bleat, a White Whiner complains on the tongue-in-cheek Tumblr log that some New Yorker articles are online before the printed magazine arrives, making him feel “penalized.” Another of the satirical squadron of the privileged carps about an address label right in the middle of some trenchant cover satire.
I found both through a simple yet vexing Google search. Why can’t Tumblr have its own internal search function? Now there’s a whine nearly worthy of the site.